Sidùn

Fabrizio De André

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Original	Versione inglese di Paolo Di Mizio
SIDÙN	SIDON

U mæ ninin u mæ	My baby, mine,
u mæ	mine,
lerfe grasse au su	fat lips in the sun
d'amë d'amë	made of honey, honey
tûmù duçe benignu	Sweet, benign tumour
de teu muaè	that was born out of your mother,
spremmûu 'nta maccaia	squeezed out in the damp heat
de staë de staë	of the summer, of the summer
e oua grûmmu de sangue ouëge	And now just a clot of blood, ears
e denti de laete	and milk teeth

E i euggi di surdatti chen arraggë	And the soldiers’ eyes like rabid dogs
cu'a scciûmma a a bucca cacciuéi de baë	with foaming mouths, hunters of lambs
a scurrï a gente cumme selvaggin-a	chasing people like game
finch'u sangue sarvaegu nu gh'à smurtau a qué	until the wild blood has extinguished their instinct,
e doppu u feru in gua i feri d'ä prixún	and after the iron in the throat, the iron of prison
e 'nte ferie a semensa velenusa d'ä depurtaziún	and the poisonous seed of deportation seeded in the wounds
perchè de nostru da a cianûa a u meü	so that between the plain and the harbour nothing ours
nu peua ciû cresce ni ærbu ni spica ni figgeü	can ever grow again, not a tree nor a spike nor a child.

Ciao mæ 'nin l'eredítaë	Bye-bye my child, every inheritance
l'è ascusa	is hidden
'nte sta çittaë	In this burning town
ch'a brûxa ch'a brûxa	burning, burning
inta seia che chin-a	in this oncoming evening
e in stu gran ciaeu de feugu	in this great fire ignited
pe a teu morte piccin-a.	for your little death.

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